The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 235

**Midnight Letters by Daniel Crowe**
**Chapter 235**

**Third Person’s POV**

**Finished**

Alpha Blackwood’s senses were immediately assaulted by the low, rumbling whispers that slithered through the opulent banquet hall, a discordant symphony of gossip that set his nerves on edge. He advanced, his stride purposeful and filled with a simmering anger that sharpened the air around him. Even from a distance, he could see the chaotic scene unfolding—his two sons were engaged in a brawl, one clearly dominating the other.

Damon was mercilessly pummeling Quentin, and the sight ignited a tempest of fury within Alpha Blackwood.

What madness was this?

This was not just any gathering; it was a revered Blackwood celebration, a momentous occasion attended by the most powerful Alphas, Betas, and Elders from across the continent. And here, in their own territory, his heirs were behaving like wild, unruly pups, throwing decorum to the wind.

The thought of such disgrace made his blood boil.

Alpha Blackwood’s gaze narrowed as he focused on Damon, disappointment swirling around him like a dark storm cloud.

Not long ago, Damon had finally begun to grasp the gravity of his responsibilities. He had heeded his mother’s gentle prodding and attended a formal mating meeting, where he had struck a promising connection with Judy from the Thunderfang Pack—the only daughter of the pack’s financial chief. Alpha Blackwood had felt a flicker of hope; this was an alliance they desperately needed.

The Blackwood family was in dire straits financially, and the Thunderfang connection was their golden ticket. Judy possessed an excellent lineage, striking beauty, and a refreshingly straightforward demeanor—none of Damon’s past entanglements seemed to faze her. She had pursued him with boldness, her interest in him clear and unwavering.

Yet, in an astonishingly short span of time, Damon had reverted to his old ways, entangling himself once more with Celestine Ward.

That promising mating candidate was now lost to them.

The Thunderfang Pack was insulted, their trust shattered like fragile glass.

Alpha Blackwood had been so furious that he had nearly lashed out, the urge to snap a whip across Damon’s back almost overwhelming him.

And now, here he was again, causing yet another scene.

“What is it this time?” Alpha Blackwood’s voice sliced through the air, cold and unyielding, as he disregarded the fact that Damon was still reeling from the slap he had just received in front of half the hall.

Quentin, ever the mischievous pup, spread his hands in feigned innocence, his face alight with a playful spark. “Big brother saw the cufflink on my sleeve and got upset I borrowed something of his.”

Alpha Blackwood’s incredulity surged. “You’re fighting over a pair of useless cufflinks?”

His brows knitted together sharply as he turned his glare towards Damon.

“Enough. This is trivial. Quentin will replace the cufflink later.”

He shot both of them a frosty glare, one that made even the nearby pack members flinch in apprehension.

“For the remainder of this feast, I expect you to conduct yourselves properly. Do not bring further shame upon this family.”

Damon opened his mouth, his jaw tight with indignation, unwilling to simply swallow his father’s command. “That cufflink isn’t just an item—it’s—”

“Enough!” A firm hand gripped his arm, halting his protest.

It was his mother, the Blackwood Luna. Her expression was as cold as winter’s breath, her tone even chillier.

“No matter how significant it may seem to you, it is merely an object. It pales in comparison to the reputation of the Blackwood Pack. Cease this foolishness.”

Damon looked at her, his heart aching as he felt wounded by her words.

But the Luna had already released him, her face a mask of stoicism.

Once, she had nurtured lofty dreams for her son.

Even when Alpha Blackwood had practically branded Damon unworthy of the heirship, she had fought fiercely on his behalf.

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